"Nemesis!"  Angelo's voice boomed enthusiastically.

The costumed hero threw the curtains wide as he strode out to the stage. His expression was carefully neutral but for a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, a smirk awaiting its chance. He walked forward purposefully and came to a stop. his head slowly surveying the crowd as if searching for the next target of his particular brand of justice. Seemingly satisfied he assumed a wide stance and crossed his arms. His stern countenance faltered and a smile finally broke free, unable to keep a straight face at his obvious theatrics.

Sebastian took his turn in the spotlight following the Willoughby success.  His was an interesting exchange of bids, fueled by his family name and his boyish good looks.  Angelo gave a colorful narration.  A few minutes later, after a familiar six-figured call, Sebastian was escorting a pair of very enthusiastic forty-something divorcees.

Lana and Edison added their polite applause to the fray as Sebastian made his exit off of the catwalk.  Then they returned to their companionable conversation, both leaning low over the table, in a very promising display of body language.  Most people could tell that the meeting was an enjoyable affair for both involved.

When it came to PR, the DiSantiagos played their cards expertly.  Just three months since the party of the year, they were kicking off another extraordinary event.  This time, a benefit.  A brand new state-of-the-art Children's Cancer Center wing for Hudson City Memorial Hospital was on the docket.  The solution: A Charity Bachelor Auction.  A handful of the city's most eligible (and successful) single men had been invited to spend one evening with the highest bidder, all for a great cause.